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I love you all, and now, without further ado: the chapter.
APOV
"Didn't I tell you not to cause an uproar?!" Friar Laurence roared, bursting in on me doing the laundry. It had been one week since my, now historic, interaction at Sunday mass, and everything had gone back to normal. The whole incident had become a minuscule blip in my routine; at least, that's what I told myself whenever I thought of it.
"Yes, you did tell me that, Larry, but why, pray tell, are you telling me again?" I scoffed at Friar Laurence's display of anger. The nuns must have been bashing me again, and he, characteristically, was blowing it all out of proportion.
"Andrew, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and I am only going to ask you this once," he grasped my shoulders, spinning me around so he could look me in the eyes, "What did you do?"
"Man, what are you talking about? I didn't do anything last week, except talk to Chuck Bass" (A/N: I am so outraged at the season finale of GG, he was doing so well! –Fumes-) Friar Laurence pounced on my last thought, urgency in his tone.
"What did you say to Chuck Bass?"
"Um…" I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have yelled at him! I knew that I would get into trouble if I became his enemy.
"Andrew Ravenwood, tell me what you said, or I have a very old dungeon that's getting rusty."
"Well, I…" Crap. Might as well get this over with. "I called him a spoiled, sexed-up pig, okay!" Friar Laurence blinked twice.
"Why?"
"He was talking about this girl." He seemed completely oblivious to my delicate treatment of the subject. "He was basically talking about how he wanted to rape this one girl, and laughed at me when I said that I wouldn't do the same." A look of sudden apprehension dawned in Friar Laurence's eyes. Clearly I was missing out on a very crucial piece of information.
"Who was the girl he was talking about? What did she look like?"
"Um, she was about five foot six, had dark brown hair, beige skin, and these absolutely gorgeous eyes." I closed my eyes, letting the image of last week wash over me. "They were like twin oceans." My mind, unwillingly, snapped back to reality, a thousand questions dancing in my head. "How is any of this relevant?"
"Martha Brewster's been asking about you." He eyed me with apprehension. "She says that you were staring at her daughter. I swear that woman belongs in the Dark Ages, the way she treats harmless interaction between the sexes."
"Come now, sir! You can't talk like that, you're a priest!" I laughed at him. Friar Laurence was a very…unorthodox, holy man. He drank, organized card tournaments around the city, wore brightly colored shirts and frequented jazz clubs. Quite frankly, it was astounding that he received as many parishioners as he did. So the fact that he said that someone belonged in the Dark Ages, meant that whoever it was that he was talking about, really did.
"Only in name, my dear boy." He smirked. "But you shouldn't just brush this off, Andrew. If Martha Brewster wants to talk, she'll have you run out of town on a rail within the month, or sooner, the way she was ranting." He sighed, exasperated. "You would think that she would be used to all the attention her daughter gets after men started showing up at h door at all hours of the day."
"Chuck said something about that," I interjected. "He had a clear case of sour grapes about it, too."
"Yes, the Bas-
EPOV
"I'm sorry, but how is any of this relevant to how you know me?" I asked. I didn't really know what I had expected, but a dead boring monologue about every small detail of Andrew's past was not it. To my great surprise, the edges of his lips twitched at my outburst, as if he had been expecting it.
"Dreadfully boring, isn't it?" he said, obvious glee in his voice.
"You mean, you knew?!" I said, both flabbergasted and furious at the same time. "Oh yes, I just wanted to see how determined you were to find out who I was, so I decided to test you with some of the really boring parts."
"You're having fun with this, aren't you?"
"Indubitably so." I sighed. So he was just toying with me after all. "I'm not just screwing around with you, Edward. I'm just shocked that you haven't figured it out yet. We have quite a connection, you and I. Most of it isn't friendly; bad blood." He smiled at his own joke. "In fact, even now, just beneath my carefully created calm exterior, I'm having a war with myself, between staying civil, and killing you." A glint in his eyes showed him to be telling the truth. Why would he want to kill me? I don't even remember him!
"So," I started, still unnerved by Andrew's confession. "When does this story get good?" the easy smile returned to his face.
"You want me to fast-forward to a part worth hearing?" he asked, excitement returning to his voice. I merely nodded, leaning slightly forward.
"As you wish."
APOV
You idiot! I thought as I raced down another side street. What the bloody hell are you doing out in the city when you're this thirsty! Do you want to be found out? So you want the Vultori to come swooping in to kill you? This, like so many others before it, was not my night. I was thirstier than I thought it was possible to be, completely miserable, and I was in a city that just happened to house millions of tantalizing people, full of blood. Exactly how I let myself get into these situations was still a mystery to me.
I frantically told my mind to take me back to the woods, but it seemed to be stubbornly refusing that option. Instead, it took me through the most populous districts in the city, a subconscious echo of the instincts that I had fought so hard to suppress.
I weaved though every dark street that I could find, my feet at war with my mind. I didn't want to kill people. I didn't want to take innocent lives like an ordinary man would eat animals. For a vampire, I was bizarrely moral, think of humans as people, and I often wondered why I did what I did. I knew why, deep in my gut: I could still remember what it felt like.
The blinding agony of razors ripping though your skin; the horror at seeing your own life force flowing from your body; the panic and fear that engulfed you when you looked into the monster that was devouring you. It was an experience that I would not wish on anyone.
I kept telling myself that as I sped, faster and faster, down the complicated grid of Avenues and Streets that made up Chicago. I kept telling myself to go faster, making my muscles burn with the effort of staying away form what I desperately needed. And I knew, with each passing step, that it would all be for naught. I knew that I would crack.
So why torment yourself further? Why not put the poor soul out of their misery sooner rather than later? It would be the humane thing to do, Andrew. You know that. And I did.
Finally letting myself go, my body came to a halt in the middle of a deserted street. It was very ordinary looking: a normal grimy street with iron lampposts about every five meters (A/N: 15 feet). None of the windows held any sign of life, but my nose told me differently.
There, window about three stories up; there was a person in there. I inhaled deeply, tasting the air with my tongue. Female, young, maybe sixteen years of age. A perfect meal for a starving vampire like myself. My mind was screaming at me, condemning my actions as I performed them. I ignored it.
Without a second's hesitation, I leaped onto the window ledge, swiftly opening it as I swung my legs onto the floor. The smell of her was even more wonderful in here! It permeated every surface with its delicious aroma; it was floral somehow, like the cherry blossoms that bloomed here in the early spring. Taking no notice of the appearance of the young woman in the bed before, I ran to her side, carefully tipping her neck so that her arteries were poised beneath my teeth. I was just about to bite her when I heard:
"If it's all the same to you, I'd really like my neck back. Bite my wrist of you must, please, I'm not really fond of them." I pulled back, looking, for the first time, at my intended victim. She had ocean blue eyes, both of which were staring at me expectantly.
This was not good.
Didn't see that one coming, didya?
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